On my 25th birthday, as I was getting ready to head out for the day, my Dad knocked on my door.

When I gave him permission to enter, he slowly opened the door with a cheeky grin and said, “Happy Birthday!”

He wrapped both of his arms around me and gave me a hug. I hugged him back and closed my eyes and held onto the moment.

For my 25th birthday, my Dad gave me a hug and it was the best present ever.

Because a little over three years ago, my Dad had a stroke.

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